the way we think is what we are,
yet I'm the man behind the walls
and all my thoughts are so bizzare
they walk in rhythm of the waltz,
they in and out without consent,
and leave a hole behind the scene
sometimes they get, sometimes they send;
might be holy or obscene
am I the one who's in control?
the answers all feel false
I've craved for years to be a whole
yet I'm the man behind the walls.
the man behind the walls
© Copyright: Александр Кадыров, 2025
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